Under the dog star sailOver the reefs of moonshineUnder the skies of fallNorth, north west, the stones of Faroe

Under the Arctic fireOver the seas of silenceHauling on frozen ropesFor all my days remainingBut would north be true?

All colors bleed to redAsleep on the ocean's bedDrifting in empty seasFor all my days remaining

But would north be true?Why should I?Why should I cry for you?Dark angels follow meOver a godless seaMountains of endless falling,For all my days remaining,

What would be true?

Sometimes I see your face,The stars seem to lose their placeWhy must I think of you?Why must I?Why should I?Why should I cry for you?Why would you want me to?And what would it mean to say,That, "I loved you in my fashion"?